The Regressed Young Master’s Guide to Living on Easy Mode

Chapter 43 : The Real and the Fake (3)

Sweat, no longer just beading on my forehead, began to stream down.

"That reaction! You... you were the real one."

Inside my body, the yang qi was clumping together, scattering, going here and there, creating a complete mess. If I were to open my mouth, the acupoint I had barely blocked would surely be pierced, and the yang qi would immediately shoot up to my Baekhoe.

If that happened, I would be a confirmed idiot.

I shook my head from side to side.

I didn't know if I was the real one or the fake one, but what was certain was that I was neither the real nor the fake that Yang So-pyeong was talking about.

"A strong denial is an affirmation, they say."

I couldn't understand why he had even asked in the first place.

* * *

Yang So-pyeong had thought he was the protagonist of this world.

A body different from others and the intelligence to utilize it.

So, he thought it was natural to stand out from other children of his age and receive various benefits.

Envy and jealousy were always for him.

Yang So-pyeong also accepted that as a matter of course.

But reality was not like that.

He was just a well-made substitute.

In this world, there were a very small number of real ones.

They were dazzling and shone alone.

Unlike him, you could tell they were the real ones at a glance.

On that day, he realized that this world was run by countless fakes who were sacrificed for a very small number of real ones.

The role he was assigned was that of a substitute for the real one.

The Six Yang Divine Meridian, which he had thought he was chosen for, was just a misunderstanding.

-You are lucky. You would have been a life that just ended as a fake like the others, but you were born with something that is just right to use. The Six Yang Divine Meridian, I mean.

One day, a figure wearing a demon mask resembling a rabbit appeared.

-But it's a pity. It would have been better if it were the Fire Dragon Saintly Bones, but you were born with a half-measure. Choose. Whether you will live as a fake or become the real one. Because fate is on the side of those who choose for themselves.

On that day, Yang So-pyeong chose to become the real one.

The rabbit mask told him how he could become the real one.

And so, he became the real one... or so he believed.

And now, only one step remained to become the real one.

"I will become the real one!"

Yang So-pyeong combined the seventh great meridian, the method the rabbit mask had told him.

Originally, up to the sixth great meridian was the limit given to him by the heavens. And now that he had surpassed that limit, Yang So-pyeong had finally become the real one from a fake, from a substitute.

He was feeling a fullness in his body that he had never felt before.

And the maid who was watching that was smiling brightly.

"Burn more! To the point where you even swallow yourself!"

Unfortunately, although he had used it well so far, it seemed that its use was up to here.

This is why fakes were no good. If you're a fake, you should live as a fake, but fakes, not knowing their place, always wanted to become the real one.

Well, all the plans had gone up in smoke, but it didn't really matter.

Because there were plenty of things in this world to replace the fake.

It was just a little regrettable that among the fakes, he was a rather useful fake.

And the rabbit had already found a new substitute. A fake that was closer to the real one than the previous substitute! The place the rabbit's eyes were heading was where Yoo Jae-ha was.

"If that child survives this duel, I can use him as a new substitute."

Usually, all fakes want to become the real one.

If you just praise their enthusiastic part a little, they will come over right away, just like before.

And he had a good feeling that this substitute would be more real than any other substitute so far.

* * *

If there is a real and a fake, I would just give it to you and tell you to be the real one.

Living the life of a real one was comfortable and good, but this life now was also not bad.

No! It could be said to be a honey deal itself.

The problem was the major premise that I had to get out of here alive.

Suddenly, the guy, on his own, starts to get all worked up, saying, 'I will become the real one,' and starts to raise his momentum. His muscles were undulating, his hair was shooting up, and his eyeballs were slightly bulging out scarily. It was certain that he was doing something he shouldn't be doing.

Even though there was quite a distance, my skin was burning. It's a mess inside, and it's a complete mess outside. It's a truly shitty world.

I can guarantee that if anyone other than me had been in this place right now, they would have died with their whole body on fire.

It was a truly divine move that my hyung-nim was eliminated in the round of 16. I had never imagined that Yang So-pyeong was hiding this much power.

Fortunately, thanks to the guy's chattering, I was able to buy some time to calm down the fire in my body.

And so, the one chance I got.

I had given up on winning in the first place.

Because in the current situation, my survival comes before winning.

It's a struggle to live, to live a better life, but if you die, it's all meaningless, isn't it?

I have lived a life where the urine that has not stained my pants is still less than the urine that has.

At the very least, shouldn't I see my stream of urine stretching out coolly more often before I die!

Right! The martial prowess Yang So-pyeong is showing now has far surpassed that of a rising star. If that guy wins, everyone will understand. They will comfort me, saying that I fought well even though I lost. And if they were to throw stones at me, I was confident that I could retort, 'If you're so unhappy, why don't you fight him yourself?'

What was certain was that the Six Yang Divine Meridian was definitely the real deal. To say you'll become the real one when you're obviously the real one. That guy was definitely a deceiver. I vowed that I would never fight guys who are called by some-and-so constitution in the future.

'Let's perform the Twin Poles, the Three-Legged Crow, and then get thrown out of bounds by the rebound!'

The plan was perfect.

"Die."

With one word, Yang So-pyeong kicked off his foot. The moment I realized that, Yang So-pyeong had already reached in front of me.

The saber is swung. The saber, which held a tremendous heat, was glowing red. The illusion of the space distorting arises. And at the end of that saber, I could see something like a liquid dripping. It seemed to be molten iron.

It's a high heat that can even melt iron, but a human body is enduring it. The Six Yang Divine Meridian, truly a heaven beyond heaven! As expected, you win! Without even time to admire it anymore, I extended both my hands.

And I released all the energy I had been suppressing in my body at once.

The second technique of the Reversal of Heaven.

The Twin Poles, the Three-Legged Crow.

The great saber Yang So-pyeong had swung and my Twin Poles met. There was no sound at all.

A red circle was visible.

With the feeling of the space being compressed into a circle, my body was sucked in. A tremendous heat was felt from the circle. I knew that if my body were to be sucked in there, I would die without even leaving ashes. I was able to stop by immediately planting my feet into the tournament stage.

At that moment, the circle began to expand. After that, a loud noise was heard.

Crash, crash, crash, crash!

A shockwave came over my whole body. My arms and legs shook as if they would fall off.

And my body was flying in the air. I looked at the tournament stage that was getting farther away, let out a sigh of relief, and closed my eyes.

'Finally, I'm free from this hell.'

Thud.

My body finally fell to the ground. But the feeling was strange. I should have fallen on the dirt floor, but it was as hard as if I had fallen on a stone plate.

When I looked down, I had fallen on the edge of the tournament stage.

Even with that much of a shockwave, I had only flown this far? For a moment, I remembered that I had planted my feet up to my ankles in the tournament stage just before.

Swish.

And the sound of someone kicking off the ground is heard.

When I raised my head, Yang So-pyeong was running towards me. Yang So-pyeong had endured the shockwave without even planting his feet. The good thing was that Yang So-pyeong was also not normal. He had clashed head-on with the Twin Poles, the Three-Legged Crow. The saber he had always been carrying was nowhere to be seen.

His clothes, except for his lower garments, had been burned away, and there were scorched wounds on his revealed body.

"I will become the real one!"

Yang So-pyeong kicks up his foot.

Thwack!

It accurately hits my chin. My face contorts mercilessly. My body shoots up. As my body is about to fall due to gravity, Yang So-pyeong starts to throw punches. My body, in response to Yang So-pyeong's punches, seemed to be about to fall, but then stood up again, repeating the process.

And I didn't even have the strength to lift a finger now.

The yang energy of the Six Yang Divine Meridian was continuously entering my body.

From the outside, the impact was ringing to my bones.

I could continuously taste blood in my mouth.

A burning smell was coming up from inside. That was being repeated.

'I-if this continues, I'll really die.'

Either I'll be beaten to death, or my insides will burn up with yang energy.

"Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!"

Yang So-pyeong's attacks became more and more fierce. And the higher-ups seemed to have no intention of stopping this duel.

A duel that would only end when one of the two died.

Ah...

I didn't want to go this far.

Because the moment I cross the line I'm standing on now, I will surely die.

But if I'm going to die even if I stay still, what I have to choose is all too clear.

* * *

The Grand Elder had been watching with some interest at first.

Because the level of exchanging blows with the guy named Yang So-pyeong was better than he thought.

A movement that surpassed the Peak.

But it wasn't that he had entered the Transcendent Peak.

However, he was imitating the movements of the Transcendent Peak to some extent. And both of them were.

Those two had already surpassed the level of a rising star.

But after Yang So-pyeong's first blow succeeded on Yoo Jae-ha, the situation began to tilt rapidly.

That's right. The opponent is the owner of the Six Yang Divine Meridian. Yang energy must have penetrated at the same time as the attack.

Yoo Jae-ha's movements became dull.

He was being swayed by the penetrated yang energy.

And he could see that this was the limit of the child named Yoo Jae-ha.

The Lord will also come to his senses when he sees that.

Expecting that, he glanced at the Lord, but the Lord was looking at the duel with the same expressionless face as before.

To maintain his composure even in this situation, the Lord seemed to be completely bewitched by that young brat.

But when that young brat becomes a bloody mess and all his internal organs burn up into a handful of ashes, the Lord will also admit that he was wrong.

And a surprising thing happened. The guy who was thought to be finished soon had endured once more with a rather strange technique.

As expected, the Lord was not bewitched for no reason.

He has a trick up his sleeve.

To be honest, if he hadn't known about that guy in advance, he himself would have almost been bewitched by that one move just now.

Anyone would think he was a thousand-year-old fox wearing a human mask.

And this time, the Grand Elder thought it was really the end.

Because unlike Yoo Jae-ha, who was faltering, Yang So-pyeong was continuously surpassing his own limits. To be precise, it wasn't that he had really surpassed them.

That was a kind of technique used with one's life as collateral. A technique that a martial artist would never use, unless it was a once-in-a-lifetime important moment or with the determination of a desperate struggle.

But the child named Yang So-pyeong was doing it without hesitation. Considering Yang So-pyeong's remaining period as a martial artist, it could be said to be the worst move, but it also showed how important this Divine Demon Tournament was to that child.

The spirit that that child was showing.

'Compared to that brat named Yoo Jae-ha, that child is at least worth looking at.'

The Grand Elder was genuinely impressed.

Now, as if to really finish it, Yang So-pyeong closes the distance in an instant. Yoo Jae-ha, as if he had not yet fully recovered from the shock just now, was standing with his body limp and without any movement. Yang So-pyeong's one-sided attack continued. Yoo Jae-ha just let his body be swayed by Yang So-pyeong's swings.

His face was stained with blood, and his arms and legs were dangling limply. The fact that he was vomiting blood every time he was hit in the abdomen showed that he had suffered quite a significant internal injury.

The Grand Elder looked at the Lord once again.

The Lord was still looking at the duel calmly. At this, the Grand Elder clicked his tongue inwardly.

'Even at this point, you still haven't given up?'

The Grand Elder looked at the tournament stage.

He thought it was rather for the better.

There was no need for him to step in.

At this rate, that child will die.

'Just die there!'

The external injuries were one thing, but the bigger problem was the enormous amount of yang energy that had penetrated from the Six Yang Divine Meridian.

By now, a burning smell would be coming up from his internal organs.

As if to finish it slowly, he could see the child of the Six Yang Divine Meridian raising his energy.

'This is the end.'

The moment that one blow reaches, Yoo Jae-ha will not be able to be saved even if a great immortal comes.

The child of the Six Yang Divine Meridian swung his fist.

"Hey! Shit!"

It was just then that the curse was heard.

Has he lost his mind and finally gone crazy as death approaches?

But the Grand Elder's eyes, who was watching that, were wide open as if they would pop out.

The Grand Elder, Deung Un-hwi, slowly turns his head again.

Smirk. The Heavenly Demon, Hyeok Sa-wol, was wearing a darker smile than ever before. It was an expression that Deung Un-hwi had never seen before since he had served Hyeok Sa-wol.

And Deung Un-hwi turned his head back to the tournament stage.

"This can't be."

He had opened his mouth and made a sound without realizing it. It would probably be the same for the others who were watching this scene now.

The Sura Cult Lord's pupils were trembling continuously. The Blood Demon was not much different. The Divine Monk seemed surprisingly calm, but he was chanting the Buddhist prayer twice as fast as before.

The elders were even more of a spectacle.

They were shedding tears among themselves and repeating the words, 'I believed! I did not doubt!'

What was certain was that the Lord had not told them.

Because he hadn't even told the Young Lord yet.

No! In general, it wasn't something that could be learned just by being told.

The Heavenly Demon Divine Art.

Only the Heavenly Demon can learn it, and it is the strongest among the existing yang-attribute martial arts.

What Yoo Jae-ha was performing now was clearly the Heavenly Demon Divine Art, no matter how you looked at it.

In other words, this meant only one thing.

That he had been taught the Heavenly Demon Divine Art by someone other than the Lord.

And looking at the previous situations, it was safe to say that the foundation for learning the Heavenly Demon Divine Art had been laid. Because he had endured the yang energy of the Six Yang Divine Meridian.

Who on earth had taught that child the Heavenly Demon Divine Art?

The answer to this could be known without even having to think about it.

Because in this world, there was only one person who could do such a thing. The deceased previous Lord.

The superhuman who had driven out the wicked Orthodox Faction and laid the foundation for the era of the Great Demonic Path.

The Radiant Heavenly Demon, Yoo Jin-seong.

Now that it has come to this. How can one deny it?

The Grand Elder, Deung Un-hwi, had no choice but to admit it.

It wasn't there, but it appeared!

It was attached from the beginning!

The old midwife was senile!

Deung Un-hwi, without realizing it, opened his mouth with a reverent heart as he looked at the tournament stage.

"Ten thousand years, ten thousand years, ten thousand years..."

(End of Chapter)